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♥ ѕαу уσυ ℓιкє мє ♡ (Gore x Juu)
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Gore
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The day was crisp. Fresh. The sky carried a vibrant blue hue and the white puffs of clouds drifted lazily over it. The air was clean, refreshing to the lungs and senses. It truly was a very beautiful afternoon at Yoshimizaki High, and it was all topped off by the lively sounds echoing from the grass fields and baby pink blossom trees.
Teenagers of all sizes and looks strode about the bright, healthily green grass. The school was well-maintained, its fields and trees well-kept and in pristine condition, but not all of the students were quite the same. All different backgrounds, all different statuses, were what kept the social ladder of Yoshimizaki alive and moving. Cliques of students were grouped away from the others, some stragglers were left on their own or in little pairs of mismatched, but working harmony.
Aislinn, to her misfortune, was one of the lone stragglers of the lot.
Though her expression held peace and content, her stomach was knotting inside. The idea of strangers and conversation always bothered her - the curse of her shyness was no joke. It crippled her ability to interact, and it was rare for her to fire up conversation with anybody. With her home life and odd family, it made matters even less in her favor, but that was the last thing that she cared to worry over. Her family was good, and nobody could tell her otherwise - two fathers wasn't a big deal.
Luckily, this period of solitude wouldn't last long. The bell went suddenly trilling through the school, bouncing off of the corridors of the confines of the building and echoing out to the groups outside.
The sound was like keys clicking open her cage of anxiety. The pressure of being social would start to wear off as she headed to class. With a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, the girl stood from her sitting position, to her rather .. unimpressive height. There were many shorter girls in her school, but Aislinn was certainly among the shortest, only barely scraping towards five feet. She brushed off her deep blue skirt, pulling her knee-high socks straight and brushing off the rest of her uniform - white and blue shirt and all. She picked up her books and started a quick stride to the doors of the school building, fixing the two ponytails that her amber-brown hair was tied up in as she went.
The girl, upon entering the school, went into a mode that she could only describe as 'mission mode'. The mission? Reach her locker and get her books for science. The girl began to weave her way through the crowds of students starting to form, her small stature making it much easier for her to do so. Whenever she brushed against someone or bumped into another on accident, she'd say a small "Sorry!" in the person's direction. Instinctive politeness, you could call it.
Eventually, she managed to reach her locker, and she breathed a sigh in relief as she started to fumble with its lock. Her classroom was close by to her locker, so getting the rest of the way wouldn't take long. She clicked the silver lock open and slipped it from the locker door, opening it up to reveal a door covered in particularly nice pictures that she had managed to take during lunch. A little mirror hung among the photos, and her books and miscellaneous materials were on the shelves. She replaced her English textbook and binder with her science textbook and binder, and replaced her dull pencils with pre-sharpened ones. She was always a prepared person - having plenty of back-ups for her pencils, pens, notebooks and other things. It was in her nature.
Once she was set, she closed up her locker and replaced the lock back into its slot, clicking it shut. She then turned and started one last path to her classroom, moving through a corridor and turning it's right corner to see her classroom door.
She swiftly approached and opened it a sliver enough for her to fit, slipping inside and standing up straight. There were few in the classroom at that moment, very few, and she was always one of the first. Quick to leave, quick to arrive. Now that she was somewhere less open, she relaxed her shoulders and let her expression smooth out, huffing a sigh through her nose. The day would be over soon.
She traveled to her empty desk and placed her books onto it, lucky enough to get a seat close to one of the classroom windows. She usually was on task, so there wasn't much of a need to look out it - the light was just nice to have on her. She sat herself down and glanced around, the small talk of friends around her a familiar sound to her ears. You'll be done soon, her thoughts whispered comfortingly. Though she was comfortable as she folded her arms on the desk and let her chin rest softly onto them, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. It wasn't the familiar tightness of anxiety, it was just a subtle emotion. Like something new was going to happen.
What could possibly happen that was new, in such a short time of school left? She ignored the odd feeling, though a part of her continued to dwell on it, curious. Her dainty hand reached out and took her pencil into her fingers, twirling it idly as she waited for the rest of the students to flood in and the bell to sound again.
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The start of Spring always have excited many students of Yoshimizaki High, one being because the cherry blossoms are always in full bloom; and when they are in full bloom, it's just beautiful. At least, that's what Spencer thought. He would've enjoyed a nice walk around the yard of the school building, enjoying the pink hues around him as he took in the nice scenery.
Alas, not all of Spencer's needs came true. He was able to go outside, yes. Enjoy the scenery, yes. It's just...he wasn't able to enjoy it the way he wanted too. Alone, with only his thoughts to accompany him. So unfortunate that he is labeled as one of the "guys" in his group of friends, if that is what you want to call them. Spencer paid attention to their conversations, mostly about drama with the girls or about the big football game coming up in a few weeks. It was big indeed, a football game where the main star players are gonna have trouble against their rival.
But let's not talk about that.
A peaceful smile made it's way to Spencer's lips as one of his friends addressed him as they were talking in. He continued to talk and chatter, talking about everything that passed. It was odd, but Julian, the male's name, always seem to have peaked an interest in talking about other people. He doesn't necessarily talk bad stuff about their back, more like guess how they are in a person. Julian was one of the few people Spencer enjoyed being around.
It didn't take long for both Julian and Spencer to gather their belongings and head to their second to last class. They were lucky that they didn't have to walk as far, seeing as some students are always late because their lockers are across the building. The two entered the classroom, Spencer listening intently as he set his stuff on his desk of his assigned seat. He sat on the top of the desk, listening to Julian with a smile.
A flash of familiar, yet beautiful amber-brown orbs, caught his eyes, making the male whip his head to see who had entered. Julian, noticing his quick reaction to one of the students entered, grinned when he realized who caught Spencer's interest.
Aislinn, the shy, cute little girl Spencer has been crushing on for quite awhile. The ones who knew about Spencer's crush questioned why and how she popped up into his life, and he always replied with: "She tried to act invisible. The ones who want to be invisible are the ones who are most visible." They never understood it, seeing as they knew she was one of those "lone stragglers," and is always seen by herself.
"Thinking about Aislinn, there?" Julian mused as he poked Spencer's chest. The said male turned his attention back to Julian with a sheepish smile.
"Can't help it. This is the only class I have with her," Spencer replied in a hushed voice, as if he was afraid Aislinn would hear.
Julian's mouth formed a thin line, "I don't understand why you like her. I mean, yeah she's cute but she's kinda...plain. She's quiet, and I heard that she is a burden," he mumbled, leaning against a desk.
Spencer's eyes widen, then narrowed as he glared at Julian, "Shut up. Aislinn is a sweetheart. Sure, I never actually converse with her," at that statement, Spencer coked his head slightly, and glanced over to the girl over Julian's "–but, she seems sweet and has this kind of...atmosphere that makes me want to protect her. Protect her and her innocence," Spencer finished.
His friend gave a soft laugh, "You're head-over-heels for her, aren't ya?" In that response, Spencer shot him a nasty glare. "How long has it been? Since freshman year?" Spencer stayed quiet. "Dude, you're so whipped. Man up and talk to her," Julian urged. However, before Spencer could, the bell rang. Julian groaned in disappointment, "Okay, go talk to her after school. I promise, it'll help."
Spencer nodded. It's a plan.
Alas, not all of Spencer's needs came true. He was able to go outside, yes. Enjoy the scenery, yes. It's just...he wasn't able to enjoy it the way he wanted too. Alone, with only his thoughts to accompany him. So unfortunate that he is labeled as one of the "guys" in his group of friends, if that is what you want to call them. Spencer paid attention to their conversations, mostly about drama with the girls or about the big football game coming up in a few weeks. It was big indeed, a football game where the main star players are gonna have trouble against their rival.
But let's not talk about that.
A peaceful smile made it's way to Spencer's lips as one of his friends addressed him as they were talking in. He continued to talk and chatter, talking about everything that passed. It was odd, but Julian, the male's name, always seem to have peaked an interest in talking about other people. He doesn't necessarily talk bad stuff about their back, more like guess how they are in a person. Julian was one of the few people Spencer enjoyed being around.
It didn't take long for both Julian and Spencer to gather their belongings and head to their second to last class. They were lucky that they didn't have to walk as far, seeing as some students are always late because their lockers are across the building. The two entered the classroom, Spencer listening intently as he set his stuff on his desk of his assigned seat. He sat on the top of the desk, listening to Julian with a smile.
A flash of familiar, yet beautiful amber-brown orbs, caught his eyes, making the male whip his head to see who had entered. Julian, noticing his quick reaction to one of the students entered, grinned when he realized who caught Spencer's interest.
Aislinn, the shy, cute little girl Spencer has been crushing on for quite awhile. The ones who knew about Spencer's crush questioned why and how she popped up into his life, and he always replied with: "She tried to act invisible. The ones who want to be invisible are the ones who are most visible." They never understood it, seeing as they knew she was one of those "lone stragglers," and is always seen by herself.
"Thinking about Aislinn, there?" Julian mused as he poked Spencer's chest. The said male turned his attention back to Julian with a sheepish smile.
"Can't help it. This is the only class I have with her," Spencer replied in a hushed voice, as if he was afraid Aislinn would hear.
Julian's mouth formed a thin line, "I don't understand why you like her. I mean, yeah she's cute but she's kinda...plain. She's quiet, and I heard that she is a burden," he mumbled, leaning against a desk.
Spencer's eyes widen, then narrowed as he glared at Julian, "Shut up. Aislinn is a sweetheart. Sure, I never actually converse with her," at that statement, Spencer coked his head slightly, and glanced over to the girl over Julian's "–but, she seems sweet and has this kind of...atmosphere that makes me want to protect her. Protect her and her innocence," Spencer finished.
His friend gave a soft laugh, "You're head-over-heels for her, aren't ya?" In that response, Spencer shot him a nasty glare. "How long has it been? Since freshman year?" Spencer stayed quiet. "Dude, you're so whipped. Man up and talk to her," Julian urged. However, before Spencer could, the bell rang. Julian groaned in disappointment, "Okay, go talk to her after school. I promise, it'll help."
Spencer nodded. It's a plan.
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Gore
yum!
For some weird reason, goosebumps rose on her arms and legs. She ceased twirling her pencil, dropped the writing utensil on the desk and ran the free hand across her other arm. That was weird. Warm-colored irises did a quick sweep of the classroom, but nobody appeared to be staring at her at that moment. A pink tint spread in her face as she rested her chin back onto her arms, relaxing again. She tried to brush it off - probably just another glance from some passerby. The classroom started to fill with students, and as the great ring of the bell sounded again, there was a clamor as they all scurried to their desks.
The teacher, at the front, began the lesson like normal, asking everyone to take out their notebooks and go to a free page. Aislinn did as instructed, flipping open the cover of the spiral-bound pages and finding a blank sheet to place the tip of her pencil onto. She glanced back up, listening to the very quiet hiss of whispers as the rest of the students rustled to their own free pages before the teacher hushed the classroom again.
"Now," he said, to the classroom, "today, we will be discussing the details for the upcoming project. As you all should know, the project will be a partner project and will be focused around the study of nature - trees, flowers, all that fun stuff."
It was a sudden, horrible revelation to Aislinn when he said 'partner project'. She'd have to find a partner to work with for it. Her eyes widened slightly, and her shoulders tensed up, the pink in her face intensifying. That was probably what the feeling in her stomach earlier was for. "The requirements for this project are as follows: at least three photographs having to do with your subject, all on a poster, with detailed descriptions of your topic that include factual evidence and scientific explanation on the subject. Your subject can be on anything from the process of photosynthesis, to differentiating types of flowers, to how trees go - anything along those lines is fine. I suggest you all write this down," he tacked on, his eyes grazing the students still whispering to one another, "that you write this down instead of talking with your friends." The whispers fell silent and were replaced with scratching pencils.
Aislinn wrote it down as well, but her handwriting was a bit off right then. She was so nervous about the partner part of the project. I mean, she could do a project like that on her own just fine. Maybe she should ask if she could just do it alone?
"Contrary to what some of you may be hoping for, I have already assigned each of you to a partner." There was a collection of groans from the students at this, which made the teacher smirk lightly. "I promise, you won't die from this. I'll be calling out partners right now, so that you can pair up and get started early. I wanted to do this last Monday, but we didn't have the time."
Aislinn suddenly had a rush of intense anxiety. The relief of choosing a partner was apparent, but this new worry overpowered it easily. Who would she be paired up with? As she scribbled down the rest of the notes rather messily, she closed her notebook slowly, her eyes cautiously moving from the notebook to the teacher as he grabbed a clipboard from his desk and returned to the front of the classroom. The small chatter died down as he called for quiet, and he cleared his throat.
"Marcus Abernathy and Adrian Juneo are Group 1. Julian Coker and Anya Cahill, Group 2 ... " The listing continued for a while, and Aislinn waited in the most terribly tense of silences, the knot growing tighter with each word he called. What if she got someone mean? What if things got awkward? What if she and her partner didn't work well together? Her mind was racing. She gripped her pencil tighter, white-knuckled now.
However, all of these rushing thoughts came to a screeching halt when he announced, "Spencer Quinn and ... Aislinn Brighton, Group 14."
There was a silence in the room. Heads turned towards her, and she felt like time had stopped. Spencer Quinn? Is that who she thought it was? The goosebumps rose again and she felt her cheeks tingling wildly. Her eyes scanned around, looking to where others were glancing (that weren't glancing at her, at least) and coming to a flustering realization that yes, he meant that Spencer Quinn.
Oh God.
She almost felt like crying. Really? Did it have to be him? She wasn't fit to be alongside someone with such a good name at the school. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling people glance at her with varying emotions in their eyes, and her head sunk back down for her chin to rest on her arms again. Great. Stellar. Her face buried into her arms, hiding herself from the stares.
The teacher's voice was muffled then, even when he released the students to go to their partners and start to work. Slowly, she rose to a straighter sitting position, her hand trembling very lightly. Did she go to him? No, would that be creepy? She crossed her ankles under the table, expression now full of worry as she glanced from one side to another, unsure of what to do at that point.
The teacher, at the front, began the lesson like normal, asking everyone to take out their notebooks and go to a free page. Aislinn did as instructed, flipping open the cover of the spiral-bound pages and finding a blank sheet to place the tip of her pencil onto. She glanced back up, listening to the very quiet hiss of whispers as the rest of the students rustled to their own free pages before the teacher hushed the classroom again.
"Now," he said, to the classroom, "today, we will be discussing the details for the upcoming project. As you all should know, the project will be a partner project and will be focused around the study of nature - trees, flowers, all that fun stuff."
It was a sudden, horrible revelation to Aislinn when he said 'partner project'. She'd have to find a partner to work with for it. Her eyes widened slightly, and her shoulders tensed up, the pink in her face intensifying. That was probably what the feeling in her stomach earlier was for. "The requirements for this project are as follows: at least three photographs having to do with your subject, all on a poster, with detailed descriptions of your topic that include factual evidence and scientific explanation on the subject. Your subject can be on anything from the process of photosynthesis, to differentiating types of flowers, to how trees go - anything along those lines is fine. I suggest you all write this down," he tacked on, his eyes grazing the students still whispering to one another, "that you write this down instead of talking with your friends." The whispers fell silent and were replaced with scratching pencils.
Aislinn wrote it down as well, but her handwriting was a bit off right then. She was so nervous about the partner part of the project. I mean, she could do a project like that on her own just fine. Maybe she should ask if she could just do it alone?
"Contrary to what some of you may be hoping for, I have already assigned each of you to a partner." There was a collection of groans from the students at this, which made the teacher smirk lightly. "I promise, you won't die from this. I'll be calling out partners right now, so that you can pair up and get started early. I wanted to do this last Monday, but we didn't have the time."
Aislinn suddenly had a rush of intense anxiety. The relief of choosing a partner was apparent, but this new worry overpowered it easily. Who would she be paired up with? As she scribbled down the rest of the notes rather messily, she closed her notebook slowly, her eyes cautiously moving from the notebook to the teacher as he grabbed a clipboard from his desk and returned to the front of the classroom. The small chatter died down as he called for quiet, and he cleared his throat.
"Marcus Abernathy and Adrian Juneo are Group 1. Julian Coker and Anya Cahill, Group 2 ... " The listing continued for a while, and Aislinn waited in the most terribly tense of silences, the knot growing tighter with each word he called. What if she got someone mean? What if things got awkward? What if she and her partner didn't work well together? Her mind was racing. She gripped her pencil tighter, white-knuckled now.
However, all of these rushing thoughts came to a screeching halt when he announced, "Spencer Quinn and ... Aislinn Brighton, Group 14."
There was a silence in the room. Heads turned towards her, and she felt like time had stopped. Spencer Quinn? Is that who she thought it was? The goosebumps rose again and she felt her cheeks tingling wildly. Her eyes scanned around, looking to where others were glancing (that weren't glancing at her, at least) and coming to a flustering realization that yes, he meant that Spencer Quinn.
Oh God.
She almost felt like crying. Really? Did it have to be him? She wasn't fit to be alongside someone with such a good name at the school. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling people glance at her with varying emotions in their eyes, and her head sunk back down for her chin to rest on her arms again. Great. Stellar. Her face buried into her arms, hiding herself from the stares.
The teacher's voice was muffled then, even when he released the students to go to their partners and start to work. Slowly, she rose to a straighter sitting position, her hand trembling very lightly. Did she go to him? No, would that be creepy? She crossed her ankles under the table, expression now full of worry as she glanced from one side to another, unsure of what to do at that point.
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Flipping his black notebook open, the male watched as a furry of neat handwriting passed until it opened up onto an empty page. He twirled his favorite green mechanical pencil between his thumb and index, listening carefully with his elbow propped up the desk and cheek in palm. Titling his new page "Nature Project 02/25/15" writing quick bullet points of what needs to be reminded. However, his ears perked at the words "partner project."
His chance has finally came.
By now, Spencer was listening intently, absorbing every detail. His face stayed the same, but he had his eyes focused solely on the teacher. What crushed him was the word..."assigned." He, which he won't admit, was one of the major students who groaned at the word.
He watched as Julian glance over to his partner; Anya, his face shifting to disappointment and disgust. Spen has talked a few times with the girl, mainly asking her for a pencil when he didn't have them or notes that he missed out. He also found out that she is a very...nerdy person. The male turned to his friend and mouthed "Good luck" knowing that Julian and Anya didn't get along...they bickered like an old married couple.
He listened carefully, not as curious about his partner as he twirled his pencil. Just as he have it, the one time he has the enough courage to try and converse with Aislinn, fate wasn't on his side.
"...Spencer Quinn and Aislinn Brighton, Group 14."
He takes that back. Immediately, his head (along with a few others) shot to Aislinn, where his dark magenta eyes met with soft amber orbs of the shy girl. And she looked absolutely terrified. The eye contact was broken when the shy girl glanced away, and Spencer did the same, glancing to his journal and writing: "Partner; Aislinn", her name dancing in beautiful cursive.
Once the teacher released the class to meet up with their partners, Spencer fished up his journal, tucking his pencil behind his ear as he walked toward Aislinn, passing Julian on the way. They paused for a moment to exchange quick words.
"I can't believe Mr. Anderson put me with Cahill. Ugh. What a pain. But hey, at least you got lil' Ais," Julian grinned, fist pumping with Spencer.
He chuckled, "Yeah. Good luck," the male waved, walking over to where his partner sat.
Settling down in the desk in front of Aislinn's the male shifted around so he faced her. He placed the black journal, which was currently closed, on the half portion of her desk, then shifted around comfortably, propping his elbows up on her desk. He greeted Aislinn with a slight smirk, yet a friendly smile and glint in his eyes.
"Aislinn, right?"
His chance has finally came.
By now, Spencer was listening intently, absorbing every detail. His face stayed the same, but he had his eyes focused solely on the teacher. What crushed him was the word..."assigned." He, which he won't admit, was one of the major students who groaned at the word.
He watched as Julian glance over to his partner; Anya, his face shifting to disappointment and disgust. Spen has talked a few times with the girl, mainly asking her for a pencil when he didn't have them or notes that he missed out. He also found out that she is a very...nerdy person. The male turned to his friend and mouthed "Good luck" knowing that Julian and Anya didn't get along...they bickered like an old married couple.
He listened carefully, not as curious about his partner as he twirled his pencil. Just as he have it, the one time he has the enough courage to try and converse with Aislinn, fate wasn't on his side.
"...Spencer Quinn and Aislinn Brighton, Group 14."
He takes that back. Immediately, his head (along with a few others) shot to Aislinn, where his dark magenta eyes met with soft amber orbs of the shy girl. And she looked absolutely terrified. The eye contact was broken when the shy girl glanced away, and Spencer did the same, glancing to his journal and writing: "Partner; Aislinn", her name dancing in beautiful cursive.
Once the teacher released the class to meet up with their partners, Spencer fished up his journal, tucking his pencil behind his ear as he walked toward Aislinn, passing Julian on the way. They paused for a moment to exchange quick words.
"I can't believe Mr. Anderson put me with Cahill. Ugh. What a pain. But hey, at least you got lil' Ais," Julian grinned, fist pumping with Spencer.
He chuckled, "Yeah. Good luck," the male waved, walking over to where his partner sat.
Settling down in the desk in front of Aislinn's the male shifted around so he faced her. He placed the black journal, which was currently closed, on the half portion of her desk, then shifted around comfortably, propping his elbows up on her desk. He greeted Aislinn with a slight smirk, yet a friendly smile and glint in his eyes.
"Aislinn, right?"
Gore
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There was a light pounding in her head as the students all started to make a ruckus, going to their assigned partners. She had never felt so frightened of a project partner before. She had hoped she'd just be able to stay on the down-low with these things, out of the gossip that would surely spread like a wildfire through the school - but she had been chanced wrongly, sentenced to it by fate. Her eyes were flickering all around now, wandering from the window to her desk to her shoes, the anxiety causing an ache in her stomach.
In total honesty, hearing the desk shift in front of her shift jarred her. She was so enveloped in her bubble of emotion, having it popped was a shock. She jumped just a bit, her eyes automatically darting in front of her, and -
Oh Lord. Her face flushed even more. There he was - Spencer, among the most popular of Yoshimizaki. He placed his notebook gently onto one half of her desk before settling into his seat, facing her. He set his elbows casually on her desk, and her eyes moved nervously from the desk surface up to his face - finding herself staring at eyes colored an expressive shade of magenta. He smiled, a slight smirk that seemed to hold a playful edge, but his whole expression shone a subtle light of friendliness.
"Aislinn, right?"
The girl was entirely speechless for a few seconds. She had no idea that she was staring probably longer than what was acceptable, and she blinked upon realizing this, rapidly and in quick succession. Her face suddenly tilted down and she tore her gaze from his, finding that her delicate hands were clutching one another on the desk surface, tightly. She cleared her throat, her eyes flashing with something she couldn't quite decipher.
" .. Uhm .. y - yes, Aislinn."
She managed to steal a quick glance at him. " .. Spencer?" The name was already clear to her (it was practically branded onto her thoughts at that moment), but it felt natural to return the curious phrase. She would have felt weird just falling silent. Her ankles uncrossed and her legs came together in her anxiety. Her hands flexed while holding each other, a habitual reaction when she was nervous. As much as it made her stomach twist, she managed to hold her gaze steady with his.
She was a mess. It felt terrible. She hoped he didn't see her as weird, and start spreading bad things about her. Even with that kind look, faces could hide bad things.
In total honesty, hearing the desk shift in front of her shift jarred her. She was so enveloped in her bubble of emotion, having it popped was a shock. She jumped just a bit, her eyes automatically darting in front of her, and -
Oh Lord. Her face flushed even more. There he was - Spencer, among the most popular of Yoshimizaki. He placed his notebook gently onto one half of her desk before settling into his seat, facing her. He set his elbows casually on her desk, and her eyes moved nervously from the desk surface up to his face - finding herself staring at eyes colored an expressive shade of magenta. He smiled, a slight smirk that seemed to hold a playful edge, but his whole expression shone a subtle light of friendliness.
"Aislinn, right?"
The girl was entirely speechless for a few seconds. She had no idea that she was staring probably longer than what was acceptable, and she blinked upon realizing this, rapidly and in quick succession. Her face suddenly tilted down and she tore her gaze from his, finding that her delicate hands were clutching one another on the desk surface, tightly. She cleared her throat, her eyes flashing with something she couldn't quite decipher.
" .. Uhm .. y - yes, Aislinn."
She managed to steal a quick glance at him. " .. Spencer?" The name was already clear to her (it was practically branded onto her thoughts at that moment), but it felt natural to return the curious phrase. She would have felt weird just falling silent. Her ankles uncrossed and her legs came together in her anxiety. Her hands flexed while holding each other, a habitual reaction when she was nervous. As much as it made her stomach twist, she managed to hold her gaze steady with his.
She was a mess. It felt terrible. She hoped he didn't see her as weird, and start spreading bad things about her. Even with that kind look, faces could hide bad things.
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The way her golden-tinted orbs rested on Spencer made him lose his breath for a split second. They were beautiful. Spencer rarely had the chance to talk to Aislinn, but he had always admired her from afar, as weird as it sounds. To see one of his favorite features of his crush so close up; to see those amber orbs of hers swirl with various of emotions made the male wanting to stare at those orbs all day. Julian said it: Spencer was head-over-heels in love with Aislinn.
He snapped back to reality when the said girl broke their tiny staring contest and she tilted her head down. A dry chuckle left Spencer's lips as he repositioned his glasses, "Yep. Spencer is right," he confirmed. The way his name rolled off Aislinn's tongue, it sounded beautiful in the soft feather-like voice of hers.
Spencer obviously noticed how uncomfortable she felt, but he didn't mention it or anything; feared if he did, he'd make her even more uncomfortable around him. And he didn't want that. So instead, the black-haired male flipped through his journal until it landed on the recent page he had wrote on. "So, I was thinking we could focus our project on the beauty of nature and what most people think of when nature is spoken: flowers," he started, twirling his pencil around his thumb once again.
His eyes drifted outside, where he saw the beautiful petals of the Cherry blossoms flying around. A gentle smile was placed on his lips, "What do you think? The science can be photosynthesis, or something like that." In all honesty, Spencer didn't care much about what the project what was on. Which was odd, seeing as he usually always want his main idea of the project different from other students, or total unique and outside of the box. But seeing as Aislinn looked so tense, he didn't want to push all his high standards onto her. So just for her, he lowered it.
"Ah, we should probably arrange a schedule. The due date is March 9th, so about a week or so to finish it. What days are you usually free?" he asked, returning his gaze to Aislinn, with a gentle smile. There are two reasons why he asked that question: one, to finish the project early so he doesn't have to worry about it later and two, to have the chance to hang out with Aislinn without all the judging and accusing stares from their peers. Spencer may not have felt that feeling before, but he figured it felt uncomfortable. The male knew his title well, and he didn't want that fogging Aislinn's mind. Oh no, he didn't want his crush to think that he is some type of stereotypical popular guy, and she had no right to hang out with him. No, no, no. He wanted her to think he was a normal guy; one who has been harbouring quite a large crush on her, and just wants to be friends (or more) with her.
He snapped back to reality when the said girl broke their tiny staring contest and she tilted her head down. A dry chuckle left Spencer's lips as he repositioned his glasses, "Yep. Spencer is right," he confirmed. The way his name rolled off Aislinn's tongue, it sounded beautiful in the soft feather-like voice of hers.
Spencer obviously noticed how uncomfortable she felt, but he didn't mention it or anything; feared if he did, he'd make her even more uncomfortable around him. And he didn't want that. So instead, the black-haired male flipped through his journal until it landed on the recent page he had wrote on. "So, I was thinking we could focus our project on the beauty of nature and what most people think of when nature is spoken: flowers," he started, twirling his pencil around his thumb once again.
His eyes drifted outside, where he saw the beautiful petals of the Cherry blossoms flying around. A gentle smile was placed on his lips, "What do you think? The science can be photosynthesis, or something like that." In all honesty, Spencer didn't care much about what the project what was on. Which was odd, seeing as he usually always want his main idea of the project different from other students, or total unique and outside of the box. But seeing as Aislinn looked so tense, he didn't want to push all his high standards onto her. So just for her, he lowered it.
"Ah, we should probably arrange a schedule. The due date is March 9th, so about a week or so to finish it. What days are you usually free?" he asked, returning his gaze to Aislinn, with a gentle smile. There are two reasons why he asked that question: one, to finish the project early so he doesn't have to worry about it later and two, to have the chance to hang out with Aislinn without all the judging and accusing stares from their peers. Spencer may not have felt that feeling before, but he figured it felt uncomfortable. The male knew his title well, and he didn't want that fogging Aislinn's mind. Oh no, he didn't want his crush to think that he is some type of stereotypical popular guy, and she had no right to hang out with him. No, no, no. He wanted her to think he was a normal guy; one who has been harbouring quite a large crush on her, and just wants to be friends (or more) with her.
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Aislinn felt as though she was being scrutinized, for some reason. Maybe it was just the fact that his stare was so steady and constant on her face - maybe it was some kind of probing feeling that his eyes gave off - maybe it was just her being a shy and over-worried, as always. She knew who the winner of a staring contest between herself and him would be, right off the bat, and when he spoke again, she blinked as a strange feeling of surprise washed over her thoughts. His voice was nice. And the tone of it, in total honesty, didn't sound empty or just meant to flatter. Sincerity was alongside the little chuckle and the small reply to her question.
When he looked down at his notebook, she assumed it was her cue to do the same, so she blinked once more before looking down at the book and flipping to the next empty page in one swift motion. With a sort of hesitance, her eyes slid back up to look at the boy, whose eyes were still down on his paper, thank God. Staring was always an issue for the girl.
Spencer began to speak again, mentioning a possible subject for their project, but Aislinn was drawn to the movement in his hand. He was twirling a pencil in his fingers, a simple, artless motion on his part. It was funny to watch, though. Small things could dominate her attention. She only half caught what he said, and when she snapped out of the small trance she was roped into, she responded with a stuttering, "Um, y-yeah, that sounds fine." Flowers. She could handle that. There were a lot of really pretty plants in some of the parks of the town, and plenty around the nature trails skirting the populated areas.
The boys eyes drifted away from his paper and to the window beside them. The small girls eyes seemed to lighten somewhat in her embarrassment as she realized she had been staring at him. She never stared at people. Maybe if they weren't looking, but even then, she wouldn't stare for as long as she had been. Her face tilted back down, a lock of red-brown hair slipping closer to her face. Her cheeks, nose, and ears all shone against pale skin with a soft tinge of baby pink. He mentioned the science part of it being about photosynthesis or something, and she could see an easy way to do that. She nodded, a quick, small few nods in agreement to that, her hands squeezing again.
The boy continued on speaking, asking her what days she'd be free before the due date of the assignment. She looked back up, locking into another stare with him on accident. Again, the lack of superficiality was odd to her as she discreetly found herself searching his eyes. However, it did soften the intense embarrassment that was coursing through her then.
Her flustered expression calming lightly, she brought up her voice and replied quietly, " .. Well .. any day, really. I don't, uhm." She paused, feeling another small wave of embarrassment crash, "Really have much to .. do during the week, anyways. So .. just .. uh, whenever you're free. I - I guess, maybe?" Her expression became a little lost as she looked at him, unsure if he was expecting her to make the decision for both of them or not. "I'm really sorry about all this .. broken speech." With a resigned sigh, she said, "I'm just .. bad at talking. If it isn't obvious."
When he looked down at his notebook, she assumed it was her cue to do the same, so she blinked once more before looking down at the book and flipping to the next empty page in one swift motion. With a sort of hesitance, her eyes slid back up to look at the boy, whose eyes were still down on his paper, thank God. Staring was always an issue for the girl.
Spencer began to speak again, mentioning a possible subject for their project, but Aislinn was drawn to the movement in his hand. He was twirling a pencil in his fingers, a simple, artless motion on his part. It was funny to watch, though. Small things could dominate her attention. She only half caught what he said, and when she snapped out of the small trance she was roped into, she responded with a stuttering, "Um, y-yeah, that sounds fine." Flowers. She could handle that. There were a lot of really pretty plants in some of the parks of the town, and plenty around the nature trails skirting the populated areas.
The boys eyes drifted away from his paper and to the window beside them. The small girls eyes seemed to lighten somewhat in her embarrassment as she realized she had been staring at him. She never stared at people. Maybe if they weren't looking, but even then, she wouldn't stare for as long as she had been. Her face tilted back down, a lock of red-brown hair slipping closer to her face. Her cheeks, nose, and ears all shone against pale skin with a soft tinge of baby pink. He mentioned the science part of it being about photosynthesis or something, and she could see an easy way to do that. She nodded, a quick, small few nods in agreement to that, her hands squeezing again.
The boy continued on speaking, asking her what days she'd be free before the due date of the assignment. She looked back up, locking into another stare with him on accident. Again, the lack of superficiality was odd to her as she discreetly found herself searching his eyes. However, it did soften the intense embarrassment that was coursing through her then.
Her flustered expression calming lightly, she brought up her voice and replied quietly, " .. Well .. any day, really. I don't, uhm." She paused, feeling another small wave of embarrassment crash, "Really have much to .. do during the week, anyways. So .. just .. uh, whenever you're free. I - I guess, maybe?" Her expression became a little lost as she looked at him, unsure if he was expecting her to make the decision for both of them or not. "I'm really sorry about all this .. broken speech." With a resigned sigh, she said, "I'm just .. bad at talking. If it isn't obvious."
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A small dry chuckle left the male's lips as her broken sentence, but he waved it off. He didn't mind the way she communicated, in fact, he thought it was adorable. Especially the way her voice flushed in a light pink hue in embarrassment. Honestly, Spencer wanted to see more of her flushed face and all the emotions that would flicker on her facial expression. He was glad he has really good ears because her words could've easily drifted past him.
Spencer abruptly stopped his little game on his hand, and set the pencil in a writing position, ripping a piece of paper from his science notebook. He quickly wrote down his number, email address, and home address, and sliding it over to Aislinn with a small smile. "Don't worry about it, it's kinda cute," he complimented with a small grin. Kinda was an understatement. Her soft, shy voice just tempted him to protect her, and her innocence even though she need no protecting from him. "Anyways, I'm usually free Thursday to Sunday. That should give us enough time to take photos and pretty up our little posters," Spencer said with a small grin.
Before the pair could go any further in planning it, Mr. Anderson rang a small bell, indicating he wanted silence, and everyone back to their seat so he can start on a different subject. As everyone was gathering their supplies and heading back to their seat, Spencer walked out of his seat, his green pencil in hand and his black journal tucked safely in his arms. With a wink directed to Aislinn, he shot her one last message: "Text me, not just for the project, for a small little chat. I want to get to know you, Aislinn." he grinned, before heading back to his desk with a small wave.
Julian shot him a knowing look, with a big proud grin on his face and flashing him a thumbs up whilst mouthing: "Good job, Spen. You actually did it."
Spencer didn't know whether to take offence to that or not.
With another chime from the bell, Mr. Anderson appeared back in the front. "Great, you guys have partnered up and I do hope you guys planned out a schedule after school. You'll have tomorrow and Friday to work on it during class; after that, you and your partner are going to have to pair up after school to work. That won't be a problem will it?" he asked with a knowing smirk. The class inwardly groaned, mostly because they didn't want to spend time with their partner after class. It was a pain. "Great, now let's move onto the next subject..." Spencer ended up zoning out the teacher's voice as he began talking about the new Biology Science subject whatever it was.
With a shift his magenta eyes, the boy's eyes glanced over to Aislinn, and a lovestruck grin couldn't help but appear on his face.
He finally took his first step in their relationship.
Spencer abruptly stopped his little game on his hand, and set the pencil in a writing position, ripping a piece of paper from his science notebook. He quickly wrote down his number, email address, and home address, and sliding it over to Aislinn with a small smile. "Don't worry about it, it's kinda cute," he complimented with a small grin. Kinda was an understatement. Her soft, shy voice just tempted him to protect her, and her innocence even though she need no protecting from him. "Anyways, I'm usually free Thursday to Sunday. That should give us enough time to take photos and pretty up our little posters," Spencer said with a small grin.
Before the pair could go any further in planning it, Mr. Anderson rang a small bell, indicating he wanted silence, and everyone back to their seat so he can start on a different subject. As everyone was gathering their supplies and heading back to their seat, Spencer walked out of his seat, his green pencil in hand and his black journal tucked safely in his arms. With a wink directed to Aislinn, he shot her one last message: "Text me, not just for the project, for a small little chat. I want to get to know you, Aislinn." he grinned, before heading back to his desk with a small wave.
Julian shot him a knowing look, with a big proud grin on his face and flashing him a thumbs up whilst mouthing: "Good job, Spen. You actually did it."
Spencer didn't know whether to take offence to that or not.
With another chime from the bell, Mr. Anderson appeared back in the front. "Great, you guys have partnered up and I do hope you guys planned out a schedule after school. You'll have tomorrow and Friday to work on it during class; after that, you and your partner are going to have to pair up after school to work. That won't be a problem will it?" he asked with a knowing smirk. The class inwardly groaned, mostly because they didn't want to spend time with their partner after class. It was a pain. "Great, now let's move onto the next subject..." Spencer ended up zoning out the teacher's voice as he began talking about the new Biology Science subject whatever it was.
With a shift his magenta eyes, the boy's eyes glanced over to Aislinn, and a lovestruck grin couldn't help but appear on his face.
He finally took his first step in their relationship.
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The dry chuckle worried her for a moment. But when she glanced up cautiously at his expression, he seemed to be in a state of pure playfulness, and that helped loosen the knot in her stomach. A little. She was being so, so careful, because one little slip-up to make him dislike her could end with a flurry of horrible rumors floating around. The boy abruptly ceased the motions of the pencil in his hand and ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook, swift as hell. She blinked in surprise, watching him scribble down something onto the paper and pass it to her. He then said something absolutely .. well, remarkable with a small, charming smile on his lips.
"Don't worry about it, it's kinda cute."
Did -
Did he just say cute? Her expression shot right to one of shock, the red intensifying from it's pale pink hue to a scarlet shade in the span of a few seconds. I - oh my God, he's screwing with me or something. She almost felt like crying, she was so flustered. She let her eyes flicker down to the piece of paper, which held an email, phone number, and address on it. She, after recovering slightly from the surprise, took the piece of paper and slipped it quickly into her pack. He spoke as she did this, telling her the dates that he was usually free and making a mental note through all the confusion of his compliment.
What even happened? She couldn't think on it long, because soon after this, the teacher rung the small bell that he had on his desk to call the students back to their seats. She found herself half relieved, half disappointed that he was leaving - she felt the social pressure rise off of her, but she was so curious then about him. He picked up his things and started to his seat, but he managed to catch her eye and wink before he left fully. His request to text him because .. he wanted to get to know her?
What? Is he serious? Still blushing, she blinked and did a soft nod in reply, at a loss for words. Everything was going too fast for her. She hated being so anxious and .. easily confused. Was he - wait, was he flirting with her?
Someone put him up to it. Probably the friend he was talking to in the beginning of class. But, she supposed that she'd have to text him eventually. He was in this class with her, after all, and she saw him every day. It was either follow through or suffer somehow at his hands. She swallowed deeply, feeling many waves of emotion crash over her as she prepared for the next subject shakily. This was all happening, wasn't it?
She couldn't concentrate on what was going on next. She kept finding herself glancing quickly towards where he now sat again, the curiosity simply growing bigger and bigger. It was only when she accidentally caught his eye that she realized he had looked at her, and she resisted looking at him for the rest of the period.
This was too much for her little heart.
"Don't worry about it, it's kinda cute."
Did -
Did he just say cute? Her expression shot right to one of shock, the red intensifying from it's pale pink hue to a scarlet shade in the span of a few seconds. I - oh my God, he's screwing with me or something. She almost felt like crying, she was so flustered. She let her eyes flicker down to the piece of paper, which held an email, phone number, and address on it. She, after recovering slightly from the surprise, took the piece of paper and slipped it quickly into her pack. He spoke as she did this, telling her the dates that he was usually free and making a mental note through all the confusion of his compliment.
What even happened? She couldn't think on it long, because soon after this, the teacher rung the small bell that he had on his desk to call the students back to their seats. She found herself half relieved, half disappointed that he was leaving - she felt the social pressure rise off of her, but she was so curious then about him. He picked up his things and started to his seat, but he managed to catch her eye and wink before he left fully. His request to text him because .. he wanted to get to know her?
What? Is he serious? Still blushing, she blinked and did a soft nod in reply, at a loss for words. Everything was going too fast for her. She hated being so anxious and .. easily confused. Was he - wait, was he flirting with her?
Someone put him up to it. Probably the friend he was talking to in the beginning of class. But, she supposed that she'd have to text him eventually. He was in this class with her, after all, and she saw him every day. It was either follow through or suffer somehow at his hands. She swallowed deeply, feeling many waves of emotion crash over her as she prepared for the next subject shakily. This was all happening, wasn't it?
She couldn't concentrate on what was going on next. She kept finding herself glancing quickly towards where he now sat again, the curiosity simply growing bigger and bigger. It was only when she accidentally caught his eye that she realized he had looked at her, and she resisted looking at him for the rest of the period.
This was too much for her little heart.
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When Aislinn caught his gaze once again in the period, he chuckled quietly to himself as he turned back to the teacher. Spencer ended up zoning the teacher out as he stared absentmindedly at the digital red clock above the teacher's head. Two minutes before the bell rang, and they had one more period to go before they're out of school. The shrill ring had snapped him out, the boy hurried to pack his materials up before meeting with Julian at the exit of the room.
"Hey," Spencer greeted, jogging over to him with his binder in hand. Julian just grinned foolishly, making his friend's brow raise up in curiosity. "What is it?"
"You actually did it! You talked to the shyest girl in school! Who would've thought?" Julian exclaimed, a bit too loudly. Spencer shot him a glare to quiet down then gave a small shrug. He glanced over at Aislinn, who was still in the room because she preferred being the last one out, then smiled gently.
"Yeah, so I did. Anyways, where are you headed?" the jock asked as he adjusted his glasses. Julian thought for a moment; maybe a bit too long for Spencer's liking. Sighing, Spencer rolled his eyes. "One would've thought you had your schedule memorized. It's February, almost March now and you still don't remember?"
"At least I'm not late..." Julian grumbled, "I just forget the name." He sighed, and Spencer resisted the urge to roll his eyes once again. "Anyways, I gotta go. Keep dollying around I will be late!" And without waiting for a farewell from Spencer, he dashed off down the halls toward his next class.
With a sigh, Spencer shook his head and headed the opposite direction; toward his English class. The class he loved the most and the class he probably didn't noticed anybody; if he had a friend in there or not, or if Aislinn was in that class or not. Although they do do partner work time to time, Spencer prefers working alone with it came to class, and because of him mostly working by himself, he doesn't take notice of the faces in his class.
Now, he was a bit curious to know if Aislinn was in his class or not...
"Hey," Spencer greeted, jogging over to him with his binder in hand. Julian just grinned foolishly, making his friend's brow raise up in curiosity. "What is it?"
"You actually did it! You talked to the shyest girl in school! Who would've thought?" Julian exclaimed, a bit too loudly. Spencer shot him a glare to quiet down then gave a small shrug. He glanced over at Aislinn, who was still in the room because she preferred being the last one out, then smiled gently.
"Yeah, so I did. Anyways, where are you headed?" the jock asked as he adjusted his glasses. Julian thought for a moment; maybe a bit too long for Spencer's liking. Sighing, Spencer rolled his eyes. "One would've thought you had your schedule memorized. It's February, almost March now and you still don't remember?"
"At least I'm not late..." Julian grumbled, "I just forget the name." He sighed, and Spencer resisted the urge to roll his eyes once again. "Anyways, I gotta go. Keep dollying around I will be late!" And without waiting for a farewell from Spencer, he dashed off down the halls toward his next class.
With a sigh, Spencer shook his head and headed the opposite direction; toward his English class. The class he loved the most and the class he probably didn't noticed anybody; if he had a friend in there or not, or if Aislinn was in that class or not. Although they do do partner work time to time, Spencer prefers working alone with it came to class, and because of him mostly working by himself, he doesn't take notice of the faces in his class.
Now, he was a bit curious to know if Aislinn was in his class or not...
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